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Publisher: KC Press
Release Date: June 27, 2017
Genre: Contemporary
Series: ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights #8

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Jace Custer followed his former SEAL team to the Caribbean in hopes of answering the question: What’s next? But he doesn’t fit in at Duchess Island like he did in Iraq. While searching for a place to call his own, Jace unexpectedly finds a home tending bar for Stella Chase, but when the chemistry between them heats up, he realizes he wants more from her than just a job. Stella can’t trust her bartender with her heart—he’s too young, too hot, and too much of a player. Jace is determined to strip away her preconceptions of him… but she’s just as determined to hold him at arm’s length. Can a recovering player ever really change his stripes? Or is he destined to never fit into his own life?

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Stella turned away to roll back the glass that served as the front wall of the bar. The wheels squeaked as they traveled along the worn track and then stuck all at once at about the halfway point. She swore and pushed on it, but the heavy glass and steel contraption refused to budge. Without hesitation, Jace flung up the pass-thru and jetted to her side.

“Let me.”

He didn’t wait for the denial that she’d surely spit out. Stella didn’t like it when she couldn’t do something, but geez, she couldn’t be more than five four. He could throw her over his shoulder with one arm and scarcely notice the extra weight, not that he’d imagined doing exactly that a quadrillion times or anything.

She didn’t move from her position, even when he slid a hand up the metal casing to brush past hers. Her ramrod-straight back couldn’t be more than an inch or two from his chest, and it would be effortless to settle his other hand at her waist, draw her against him, and inhale the scent of her hair.

She’d fit very nicely against him, oh yes she would. His chin would just clear the top of her head, putting her gorgeous rack within easy reach. And if she’d ease back against him like that, she’d find out exactly how hard he was when the wood in his pants hit her dead center.

“Let me,” he murmured again, and hell no, he wasn’t just talking about the wall.

They’d be good together. At the bar. In her bed. All ways. But she chose that inopportune moment to whirl away from the almost-intimate contact that would have proven his point if she’d relaxed that rigid spine of hers.

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